Dead American Writers

(альбом: The Place We Ran From - 2010)

Here's to every time that you rocked the boat
Here's to every word that you ever wrote
There were clues but it was never clear
You got to choose your own way out of here

If I could say anything, Be anyone
Do anything, see anything,
Say anything, be anyone,
Do anything, yeah
It would be this, it would be this

I've been waiting for the spark myself
But I've been scrambling in the dark for health
I have read your words a thousand times
All inspired by smashed up love and crime

If I could say anything, Be anyone
See anything, do anything,
Say anything, be anyone,
Do anything, yeah
It would be this, it would be this

I've been choking on the bones and tears
You are the smoking gun, the throne, the years
A broken heart won't get you far enough
All beat up wading through the tar and rough

If I could say anything, Be anyone
See anything, do anything,
Say anything, be anyone,
Do anything, yeah
It would be this, it would be this